Number 10 Through The Looking Glass!
The time has come, the PM said,
To talk of one or two things.
Of vile folk (his voice did croak),
And how corrupt are Kings?
And why we'd vote for an evil goat,
While tied like puppets on strings?
The voters cried "We'll walk with you"
"You speak to us so nicely!"
"We love the way you lick your lips"
And Rishi replied "Precisely!"
And so we made the same mistakes,
And stuffed outselves concisely!
The PM and The Chancellor,
Were walking through the trash.
They wept like anything to see,
Some uncollected stash.
The Chancellor said "It's revenue!
I'll add it to my cache![sic]"
"The time has come" the PM said,
"To privatise what's left".
The Chancellor only looked at him,
Expression quite bereft.
"There's nothing more that's worth a jot,
That won't amount to theft!"
"I weep for you" the PM cried,
Seeing how unfair,
It must be for the Chancellor,
To have to leave his lair.
"But now you're out, you may as well"
"Dance like Fred Astaire!"
The PM and the Chancellor,
Could see no point in trying.
However much they saved themselves,
The country was still dying.
"But what the hell?" they sang aloud,
"At least it's gratifying!"
[Please forgive me Lewis Carroll! Another fine piece ruined by yours truly!]
The time has come, the PM said,
To talk of one or two things.
Of vile folk (his voice did croak),
And how corrupt are Kings?
And why we'd vote for an evil goat,
While tied like puppets on strings?
The voters cried "We'll walk with you"
"You speak to us so nicely!"
"We love the way you lick your lips"
And Rishi replied "Precisely!"
And so we made the same mistakes,
And stuffed outselves concisely!
The PM and The Chancellor,
Were walking through the trash.
They wept like anything to see,
Some uncollected stash.
The Chancellor said "It's revenue!
I'll add it to my cache![sic]"
"The time has come" the PM said,
"To privatise what's left".
The Chancellor only looked at him,
Expression quite bereft.
"There's nothing more that's worth a jot,
That won't amount to theft!"
"I weep for you" the PM cried,
Seeing how unfair,
It must be for the Chancellor,
To have to leave his lair.
"But now you're out, you may as well"
"Dance like Fred Astaire!"
The PM and the Chancellor,
Could see no point in trying.
However much they saved themselves,
The country was still dying.
"But what the hell?" they sang aloud,
"At least it's gratifying!"
[Please forgive me Lewis Carroll! Another fine piece ruined by yours truly!]
